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From: Ginny Walker <wcollege2001@yahoo.com>
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Subject: {ASSM} Firsts:  Ron Jon's
Date: Tue,  8 Jul 2003 06:10:02 -0400
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Hi everyone!

This is short draft based on an email I received in
response to my request for First Time Experiences.  I
hope to have this one and several other "Firsts"
posted to my website soon.

Please email or reply (I prefer email) and let me
know what you think about this story.

As always, I hope you get wet reading it - and if you
cum, I'll feel I've done my job.  Please email me if
you do.


Luv,
Ginny



WARNING: READ THE ENTIRE INTRO THOROUGHLY BEFORE
READING ANY OF
MY STORIES SO THAT YOU WILL NOT BE OFFENDED BY THE
MATERIAL.

This story contains the graphical account of semi-
consensual sex between an adult woman and 14 year old
girl.

I am grateful to those who have shared their
experiences with me to serve as the basis for these
stories and I am always looking for more true
experiences from others to write about (so email me
your experiences).  The subject matter I find most
interesting deals with first time experiences,
innocence lost, lactation, reluctance, and tribadism.

In these stories I seek to share what I believe are
beautiful, erotic and enlightening experiences of
real women.

I welcome your feedback and encouragement (pro or con,
but please be polite) at wcollege2001@yahoo.com
Future stories will appear on my web site www.
geocities.com/wcollege2001
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"Firsts:  Ron Jon's"
by Ginny Walker, 2003

wcollege2001@yahoo.com
F/f 1st


I was desperate for a new swimsuit.  My best friend
was having an end of school year pool party and all I
had was a faded, stretched-out one piece from last
year.  I had struck out at every store I went to -
Burdines, Belks, Dillards, Sears, Walmart, Target -
nothing!  I'm a little lengthy and skinny and I just
couldn't find a suit that fit.  My 14 year-old body
didn't have the hips or bust to properly fill the
stylish suits.  And the ones that fit me right were
too childish.  Now here it was two days before the
party and I still had no swimsuit.  As a last resort,
my dad agreed to take me to Ron Jon's Surf Shop over
beachside.  The place is huge - if they don't have a
stylish swimsuit that fits me, then one doesn't exist.

Except for his car keys and Mastercard, having my dad
help me shop for a bikini was pretty much like going
with my golden retriever.  It's not that his taste
was bad - that would imply that he had some taste to
begin with.  But he was actually looking in the racks
for a size 28, figuring that was my approximate waist
size.  Fortunately there was a salesgirl there who
helped me find the type of suit that I was looking
for.  I told her I was looking for a Hawaiian style
in blue, red or gold, without padding.  I found six
suites to try on.  I could hear my dad asking "Well,
do any of them fit?" as was just taking off the
second suit (do men actually try on clothes?).  I had
just finished trying on the fifth one when I hear my
dad yell "Breanna, I found two more you might like".
I heard the salesgirl tell him she would give them to
me to try on.

The sixth one didn't look good on either as the
salesgirl knocked.  I opened the door and she stepped
in and handed me the two bikinis, closing the door
behind her while still inside!  I was dumbfounded as
she said "Let's see how these fit".  I didn't know
what to do or say.  I was caught completely off-guard
and very self-conscious.  She made no effort to leave,
instead she said, "Here, try the red one first".
With my back to her, I took off the sixth suit - the
top first.  Instead of handing the red top to me, she
stood a couple of feet behind me making me have to
turn to get it from her.  I was so embarrassed!  As I
put it on, I felt her tugging at the straps in back,
helping to straighten them out.  Then I slipped off
the bottoms, trying desperately to turn only halfway
around and reach for the bottoms she was holding.  As
I put them on, I again felt her helping to straighten
things out as her hand touched my bottom.  This was
so weird.  "Turn around", she said.  I did and she
looked me over with her han
d on her chin as if analyzing the suit.  She reached
for the top and tugged a little down between my
barely bulging breasts.  Slipping two fingers under
the elastic at the bottom of the left cup she moved
it a little left, then right, repositioning the tiny
triangle over my breast as if to center it over the
nipple.  After another pensive look she said, "OK,
try on the blue one".

I again turned and removed the top first and then the
bottoms.  I felt the salesgirl again adjusting the
straps behind me.  Then suddenly, her hands reached
around and she cupped both my tiny breasts in her
hands.  I tried to pull free but I couldn't move away
from that position.  As she rubbed my little tits
through the bikini I snapped at her "What are you
doing?!"  She replied she was "just checking the suit
on me".  "You don't want people to see your nipples
poking through the fabric do you?  I call this the
cold water nipple test".  Then she slipped her right
hand between the small triangles and into the left
cup where her hand came to rest on my bare breast.
She proceeded to caress my left nipple.  I was
horrified yet part of me was responding to the
stimulation.  She was holding me tightly against her
as she fondled my budding breast.  Finally she
released me and spun me around saying, "Now let's
have a look".  I could see the outline of my nipple
against the blue satin fabric of the bikini.  Then
she 
lifted both cups up, exposing my naked breasts.  It
was so obscene seeing my left nipple sticking out and
all puffy from her petting.

As I reached for the bikini top to cover myself, she
suddenly lunged at me and, pinning me against the
wall of the dressing room, engulfed my entire left
breast with her mouth.  Unable to fight her, I was
soon seemingly paralyzed as her tongue began to flick
back and forth over my engorged nipple.  As she
suckled my little tit, I felt her hand at my crotch.
She first cupped my mound through the bikini bottoms,
then began an up and down rubbing motion.  I became
scared at what was happening, but was frozen in fear.
Gradually she increased the pressure on my pussy and
I felt her finger pressing at my slit.  I tried to
push her hand away with both my hands but this only
served to press her harder into me.  Soon, she had
worked the fabric of the blue bikini up into my
little slit.

After fondling me down there for a minute or so, I
was relieved when she finally took her hand away.
But my relief was short lived as I felt her hand
return to my sex.  With both my hands covering from
my tummy to my mound, she found an alternate route
and I felt her hand slip under the right leg band of
the bikini bottoms.  She immediately found my pussy
and her finger slipped between my pussy lips.  It
felt so perverted to feel her hand sliding under mine
as she massaged me down there.  Her finger was
gliding effortlessly between the folds of my pussy
without the slightest resistance.  I realized that my
pussy was soaked and was easing, even assisting, her
violation of me.

I soon found myself nearing the edge.  Maybe it was
my sudden submission to her offensive, but somehow
she knew I was close and she suddenly sucked with all
her might, drawing my entire breast into her mouth
and practically swallowing my nipple as she trapped
it between her tongue and the roof of her mouth.
Just then, she pressed into me.  Tight but wet, the
entrance to my vagina willingly opened to receive her,
and her finger entered my womb.  I groaned as I
orgasmed, totally forgetting where I was and that
people were just outside the half-inch barrier.  My
knees buckled as I came for her - all of my 80 pounds
being supported by her mouth and the hand she had
buried in my pussy.

When I finally came down from the explosion that
rocked my thin frame, she pulled her finger from my
sopping vagina and smeared my cum over my nipples
before pulling down the bikini top.  Then she said,
"I think you should take this bikini", as she opened
the door and exited.


-THE END-


by Ginny Walker, 2003
wcollege2001@yahoo.com
Future stories will appear on my web site www.
geocities.com/wcollege2001



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